Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,96

I capture my lower lip between my teeth, fighting back another moan as Barron plays with my breasts, using both hands now to tease me.

“Barring this time loop,” I manage to choke out, knowing that he's humoring me but not caring. The sensations his hands are working up are just too much. “What would you tell Calix and Raz?”

Barron pauses for a moment, resting his hands on the curve of my waist instead, his breath stirring my hair.

“I suppose I'd tell them that you were mine,” he muses, sounded slightly surprised himself. He reaches up to finger the butterfly necklace, still hanging from my kiss-bruised throat. “I wasn't sure about you, you know. Obsessed, perhaps, but unsure. I couldn't stop drawing you, but I also couldn't understand why you'd sleep with Calix, after everything. Now that you're here with me, I wonder if the situation wasn't something similar.”

“Well, you could tell me now that you don't like me, that this was all a Devils' Day trick. Then maybe you'd understand what happened with Calix.” I try not to get mad, but Raz and Sonja's words about Barron's impossible standards are ringing in my head. “You don't get to judge me, Barron Farrar, not after the things you've done.”

“Fair point,” he says, but almost like that's never occurred to him before. “I haven't exactly been a knight in shining armor.”

I turn in his lap, so I can look at his face, marveling at the beauty of his eyes. Heterochromia is rare, occurring in less than one percent of the population. Barron is truly one of a kind.

“What color is your natural hair?” I ask as he studies me, observing the lines of my face in a way only an artist could.

“I'm a brunette underneath all of this,” he says, cocking his head to one side and then playing with a strand of freshly dyed red hair. “And you?”

“As black as …” I almost say as black as Calix's, but I don't want Barron to think I'm obsessing over his friend. In all reality, in this moment, I'd choose Barron over Calix any day. “A raven's feathers,” I say instead, and Barron chuckles.

“Poetic.”

We sit there for a while longer, my eyes studying the trees just beyond the glass walls of the chapel, their shadows long in the moonlight.

Barron cups my chin again and kisses me, igniting that fire in my belly. He knows what he's doing, reaching a hand between my thighs and playing with the swollen nub of my clit. I wiggle on his lap, turning to straddle him and feeling him thicken and lengthen beneath me in anticipation of round two.

“Tomorrow, I'll tell Raz and Calix that they fucked up,” Barron says with an evil smile. “That they missed their chance.”

“Missed their chance?” I whisper back, our mouths so close together that I'm not entirely sure if we're talking or making out.

“To make you theirs,” he says, hands tightening possessively on my hips. “You've stumbled into my lair on Devils' Day, Karma. You're mine now.” He stands up suddenly, taking me with him, and a small sound of surprise escapes my lips.

Barron carries me down the length of one of the pews and sets me at the end, my bare ass against one of the cushions. I'm making a mess, but there's nothing much to be done about it. Cleanup won't be a problem because there won't be a tomorrow, as much as the thought brings sharp tears to my eyes.

“I'll be right back,” Barron tells me, moving over to my abandoned boots. As soon as his back is turned, I swipe the wetness from my eyes and force my mind away from tomorrow. I'm here now, and that's what's important. “Put these on.” He hands my boots back and waits, his dick tucked back in his pants, arms crossed over his chest. The coattails of his faerie prince jacket float just above the floor, like the folded wings of a butterfly.

“My boots?” I ask, flushing as I cross one arm over my breasts, my other hand holding the shoes. “Why?”

Barron's full mouth quirks to the side in a sensual smirk.

“You're going to need the height,” he says, leaning his ass back against the pew behind him, his expression as self-satisfied as any I've ever seen. He could certainly give Raz and Calix a run for their money. “When I fuck you from behind against the glass. Now hurry up.”

I give Barron a look and then release my breasts, enjoying